Ambush Your Rage
Savour the shock
that makes a weak person perish.
Savour the shape
of abandonment in an old man’s eyes,
the grit of bitterness that taints the forgotten,
the pinpoint range of hurt
which lasts beyond
all means of distraction or comfort.
Savour the fruit of your
awareness, its fierce caress and symbolism.
Live long along the roadside’s edge. Let
the ants weave your shroud.
Give nothing to the canyons, to the diving
bottom-feeders while winter freezes overhead.
Give nothing to this minnow town, these
streets of helter-skelter code.
Let the heron guide the way as you
kneel before your destined trials
and seize the tide
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “”Synchronized Chaos” June 2018
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